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these wing of mine, are ripped and torn.
i start a new, this life reborn.
i once had, this fruitful heart.
and so you see, it fell apart.

yet this man so bold,
drudged through the cold,
to search for something new.
he knew he should,
knew that he could,
look for something true.

for when he found the truth in store,
he could not see what it was for.
and closer he did look to see,
just what it could possibly be.
and when he took that closer look,
the ground on which he stood, it shook.
the ground could not just simply quake,
it's that his legs began to break.

and so this man,
lost at his hand,
what he had thought was true.
so that his strength,
failed him at lengh,
with knowledge that he knew.
for this he fell,
into his hell,
and hatred for it grew.

but this, is not the end my friend.
the leg will heal, and it will mend.
and so, this man keeps up his search.
his body moves, into a lurch.
he roams, across the country side.
his head up high, nothing to hide.
for only in a world so cold,
could you find a man so bold.